I hate work. Please, just let me drink in peace.

I used to drop acid on the daily.

I wish I could go back in time and not marry my ex-wife, by murdering her with Masamune. Then I could date a fucking model instead like men like me deserve.

It’s like Rambo, but mixed with Predator! So badass, it’ll almost make me want to purchase another AR15 from my local Walmart to use for target practice!

The law is great, Phoenix Wright is right.

We must uphold the laws in all nations, and you must conform.

All are guilty until proven innocent, all shall be judged in the righteous name of the law.

Those who fail to comply, shall be arrested.

This review contains spoilers

This one is 4 stars because you can't bang the teacher.

Is this what drunk driving feels like? I mean, I've driven while drunk before but I don't remember the experience, given the head trauma and all. I'm gonna assume Nomura is an alcoholic like myself.

A lesson from Your Dad:

If a game costs 10 dollars more than it originally did and there are barely any improvements made, it’s not worth the money.

What is worth the money is $30,000 worth of alcohol and hookers.

(OOC this is something my Uncle has legitimately done and I am super disappointed in him lol.)

I would low key bang Larxene, but would I have to play fucking Yugioh just to get in her pants?

After I divorced my wife, I found solace in the massive milkers of anime women. Sucks that getting in their pants is a huge puzzle though.

Back in 1993 I hit a man in Cleveland, Ohio with my pickup truck, that man was my ex wife's current boyfriend at the time. I never came back for the body, and there were no witnesses. You can't stop me now, I'll never be caught... well except for the fact that I did kill my ex and her new husband earlier this week but that's besides the point.

Anyways, this game is relatable as fuck.

I'd like a Jill Sandwich. As in, I'd like Jill to sandwich her bouncing breasts on my throbbing hard cock.

I am a master of karate and this game is the proof. I’m a certified black belt badass. Now get on your knees. No, I’m not lying, I really am a black belt!